Distant Summers

100_5570

All of our summers seem so distant now, only ghosts

sitting in lifeguard’s chairs, empty picnic tables

our memories of families happy

and running through

knee high grass

traded

for the thrill

of autumn winds,

and temporary color.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Advertisements

Quiet Mist

100_1184

I like to watch the mist roll in, covering the mountains, and rain

wrapping around a cool fall day, tapping gently on our roof

it all reminds me somehow that water brings life

unhindered, and that quiet times

can wash us, taking away

our noise.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Lift Your Sails

100_1110

You may need to rebuild your vessel, but even if you do

make sure you lift your sails, expecting the wind, expecting to succeed

conquering the waves, holding on tightly to the helm

as you lean into the grey, into the lighting.

       

Let the wind take you, to that place

where there is only peace and calm seas, the sun

leading you to the endless horizon,

and where your sails are full

of courage.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Of the Plants and the Seas

20160709_140126

In the beginning there were only the plants, and the seas,

teaching our spirits yet to be born, to reach

up, and to reach out. As an after thought

people were invented much later.

     

And the earth still longs for us,

to learn the ways

of the plants

and seas.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

The Discarded Muse

20161015_131201

As she watched her human, she noticed he was in a dream world again. His feet gently walking, barely touching the fallen leaves, deep in the forest. A twig snapped, he froze not moving.

Hooves tore through the silence of the forest, as two deer bolted over the brush. The muse waited, hovering over the forest floor, drawing her long cloak around her.

But the human surprised her, by looking straight at her and saying: “No thanks, I already know what to write today…..”

She harrumphed, turning and disappearing in the trees. She thought, “If this keeps up I won’t be needed for much longer….”

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

The Heart of a Lion

from-wallspaperwide

With all that we are facing, may the heart of a lion

infuse your work, giving you courage, filling your words,

filling your painting, with a roar you have never had before

and may your art be filled with light.

We are not done here yet.

        

Poetry © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

image from google